Jay-Z - Success - Текст песни

Your success took a shot at you
  What are you gonna do now? Are you gonna kill it?
  You gonna become unsuccessful?
  Frank, you can be successful and have enemies
  Or be unsuccessful too and you can have friends
 
 I got these niggas Breezy, don't worry about it
  Let that bitch breathe
 
 I use to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less
  What do I think of success? It sucks
  Too much stress I guess I blew up quick
  'Cause friends I grew up with
  See me as a pre'me but I'm not and my nuts big
 
 I don't know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious
  My rep is impeccable, I'm not to be fucked with
  With, shit, let that bitch breathe
 
 I'm way to important to be talking about extorting
  Asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin
  Broad daylight I'll off your on switch
  You're not to bright, goodnight long kiss
  Bye bye my reply, blah, blah
 
 Blast burner then pass burner to Tye-Tye
  Finish my breakfast, why?
  I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry
  Now where was I? Let that bitch breathe
 
 I use to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more
  Truth be told I had more fun when I was piss poor
  I'm pissed off and this success song is about
  A bunch a niggas acting like bitches with big mouths
 
 All this stress, all I got is this big house
  Couple of cars, I don't bring half of them shits out
  All of this ace of spade, I drank just to piss out
  I mean I like the taste coulda saved myself 6 hours
 How many times can I go to Mr. Childs, Taos Mobu?
  Hold up, lemme move my bowls
  I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG tell these boys
  Ya ain't about to shit on my nigga
 
 I got watches I ain't seen in months
  Apartment at the Trump, I only slept in once
  Niggas said Hova was ova, such dummies
  Even if I fell I'll land on a bunch of money
  You ain't got nothing for me, Nas, let that bitch breathe"
 
 Success, McLaren, women staring
  My villain appearance sacred blood of a king
  And my vein ain't spilling
  Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Romello
 
 Camaro driven, I climax from paper
  And ask why is life worth living
  Is it to hunt for the shit that you want?
  To receive's great but I lust giving
 
 The best jewelers wanna make my things
  I make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chain
  Niggas mention the one love came home with the paper in hand
  They gotta brag about the Feds young man
 
 Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
  Google Earth Nas, I got flats in other continents
  Worst enemies wanna be my best friends
  Best friends wanna be enemies like Daz was in
 
 But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den
  Take everybody's chips, about to cash them in
  Up your catalog dawg, mine's worth to much
  Like Mike Jacks ATV part, Mottola can't touch
  Let this bitch breathe